Page 45 of Want It All

Whatever you’re willing to give, alpha .

My heart raced. I’d already said what I was willing to give to her.

Literally anything. Ever.

My body was electric, my muscles quivering, my hands trembling.

Because this was Rose , and she was in my arms, on my lap . This was my omega, and she was staring up at me, her eyes heavy in the now-dark, her tongue darting out to touch her bottom lip.

Fuck .

She shifted her hand, placing it over my heart. I did the same, mirroring her pose, feeling her heart thump against my palm, the soft rise of her breast beneath my fingers.

‘Alpha,’ she whispered, and that was all I needed.

I took her mouth with mine once more; her tongue licked into me.

I groaned, my hand shifting until I was cupping her breast, my thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple, feeling it peak beneath her blouse.

She turned her chin, offering the lovely arch of her neck.

I bent to nuzzle at her scent gland, loving the way her breath caught.

I licked at her sensitive skin, listening to her whimper as her knees tightened on my hips.

I gently nipped her earlobe. ‘Tell me what you like.’

She pressed herself closer. ‘I, um –’ She cleared her throat. ‘I’m not sure I’ve done enough to know. I liked everything I did with Sebastian, but I didn’t like – I didn’t like –’

‘Your heat,’ I guessed.

She nodded, swallowing. ‘I didn’t like the way I felt … used. I wanted to feel seen instead.’

It didn’t surprise me. She would have wanted to feel grounded, to know that her alphas were there to fulfil her needs. It wasn’t the heat alphas’ fault; our society treated heats like an inconvenience, something to be suppressed at best, or endured as quickly as possible at worst.

I didn’t want anything that happened between me and Rose to be anything like her heat.

In fact, I wanted it to erase any memory of those alphas from her mind.

I kissed my way across her cheek, finding her lips again.

I lingered there as my hand traced the shape of her breast, caressing and moulding until she moaned into my mouth; my cock pressed uncomfortably against my jeans.

‘I’m not going to ask to undress you, beautiful, not out here,’ I murmured. ‘Just in case. But can I touch you?’

‘I might die if you don’t,’ she answered.

I laughed softly. I liked her dramatic streak. There wasn’t anything about her I didn’t like, I realised, and there were many, many things that I loved.

Like the way her muscles tightened when I lay my hands on her bare knees, and the way her skin felt beneath my palms, warm, smooth, and oh-so-enticing as I slid my fingers up under her heavy woollen skirt.

Like the way she gasped when my thumbs brushed over her inner thighs, drawing loose patterns on the sensitive skin, and the way she bit back a cry when I found the lace of her underwear and played there.

I dipped my head, kissing down her neck once more. I brushed my knuckles over her centre gently, once, twice; before the third pass, she was arching and chasing the touch, whimpering.

I wanted to see her so badly; wanted to see her spread out beneath me like a fucking feast, naked and begging. But anyone might walk by, and that wasn’t a sight I was willing to share.

‘How much do you like your underwear?’

She blinked at me in the dark. ‘A medium amount.’

I pulled my hands out from beneath her skirt – she made a flattering sound of disappointment – before spanning her waist and holding her upright.

She swayed, shivering, as I delved back below the heavy folds of material and pulled the lace down her legs.

She caught on, kicking them off, then sank back down on my lap, arranging her skirt to fan out around her.

I cupped the back of her head with one hand and dipped her gently back, feathering light kisses over her collarbone as my free hand trailed up one soft thigh.

Her breath caught and she spread her knees, giving herself over to me as her full weight rested on my hand and arm.

My fingers found wetness on her thigh and trailed through it; my alpha purred at the feeling, pleased. My omega is slicking for me .

She trembled when I touched her properly, skimming my fingertips over her lower lips, spreading her slick, lingering against her heat.

She cried out as I touched her clit, pressing her hips up.

I let her set the pressure and speed, keeping my fingers steady as she used me, circling her hips until her breaths were unsteady and I was lightheaded with desire.

‘ Please ,’ she begged.

I wanted her scent, wanted the taste of her slick on my tongue. I wanted to touch every inch of her, to kiss every inch of her, to scent mark her skin and have her do the same in return.

Fuck, I was dizzy with it.

Instead, I gently stroked a finger down, and let it slowly slip inside her as she moved.

‘ Yes ,’ she hissed, her lips parting. ‘More, alpha.’

I wasn’t entirely sure I could handle more without embarrassing myself; the feel of her wet heat and her inner walls tight around my finger had me concerningly close to the edge.

But she was my omega, so I gave her what she wanted, pushing another finger inside her and letting my thumb settle over her clit.

‘Take what you want, beautiful,’ I grated out. ‘Take everything.’

She whined as she rode my hand, the rhythm of her hips becoming faster, their circles tighter.

I held her, utterly transfixed by the sudden line between her brows and the movements of her lips as her body grew hotter and tighter and her whine changed to a keen.

She clenched around my fingers almost painfully, but I gave exactly zero fucks as she panted through her release and my hand was soaked with her slick.

‘Byron,’ she whispered, when she’d caught her breath and her body relaxed.

I gently withdrew my fingers and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. Holding her languid gaze, I pushed my fingers between my lips and sucked.

Fuck.

Her taste wasn’t as strong as it should have been because of her blockers, but it was enough; chocolate spread over my tongue and down my throat, with its delicious chaser of roasted almond. I groaned and my cock jerked, rubbing painfully against the unforgiving crotch of my jeans.

‘Okay, but that is unfair ,’ she said thickly, watching me lick my fingers with evident enjoyment. I caught a hint of her scent on the breeze and dropped my face immediately to her neck, rubbing my nose over her scent gland to try to catch more.

‘Please let me do that every day,’ I said into her skin.

She gave a soft laugh. ‘Are you begging me, alpha?’

‘On my fucking knees .’

She made a pleased humming sound; her fingers went to my belt. ‘Can I?’

I nodded my agreement with a rumbling purr.

She shot me a wry look. ‘So you can be naked out here, but I can’t?’

‘I already have a criminal record,’ I joked.

She snorted, and pulled down my zipper. ‘Oh,’ she said, her eyes widening, a flash of white in the dark. ‘Oh .’

The alpha beneath my skin huffed smugly. ‘You don’t have to –’ I started, then swallowed my words when she shifted back from my hold, ducked down, and licked my swollen head.

My hands bunched in the blanket beneath me. ‘Fuck .’

Her tongue slid over me, then found the sensitive spot on the underside of my shaft.

Lapping like a cat, she hummed again as I writhed, breathing hard at the sight – and the feel – of her hand wrapping around me as her hot tongue lathed over me.

‘I can’t tell you how good that feels,’ I said hoarsely.

‘I want you inside me,’ she said, as if in answer.

My eyes began to cloud, and I froze.

A hand cupped my cheek. ‘Byron,’ Rose whispered. ‘We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. You’re so amazing, alpha. We can just talk some more. Or go back inside.’

I inhaled as white misted my vision; it narrowed until all I could see was Rose, kneeling before me, her hand warm on my cheek.

I waited for the memories to come, for the sounds and visions and the pain, but her fingers stroked over my cheek, and –

It didn’t happen.

Her fingers traced my brow, my cheekbones, my chin. ‘Alpha,’ she whispered again.

I pulled her back into my lap and spread her skirt around us.

She made a surprised sound, and a pleased one a moment later when she lowered her hips and my head slid through her wetness. The white didn’t leave my vision, but it didn’t spread, either, leaving Rose as the only thing I could see, the only thing I could think about. Relief spread through me.

A rut , I thought. I’m finally in a rut .

‘Byron,’ she said softly. ‘Do you want this?’

I answered honestly. ‘More than I’ve ever wanted anything.’

She kissed me gently, then I almost passed out as she started sinking down, my cock enveloped by her velvet heat.

Holy fucking hell .

She worked her way down, pausing halfway. Even in the dark, I could see the points of colour high on her cheeks, twin shadows on her moonlit skin. ‘Fuck, Byron,’ she panted. ‘So fucking full.’ She rose up on her knees then let herself drop, taking more of me before repeating the motion.

I slid my hands back up her thighs and pressed my thumb to her clit. She arched her back and slammed her hips down, taking me to the root before freezing in place, panting.

I held myself still as she adjusted, working my thumb until her body tightened, her cunt clasping and rippling around me, slick coating us both. She moaned as she came, and I held on by a thread as she rocked, rubbing herself on my swelling knot.

‘I don’t think I can take that,’ she gasped. ‘Not outside a heat.’

‘I’d never ask you to.’

‘But fuck , alpha.’ She pulled a handful of her skirt out of the way before reaching to caress my knot. Pleasure sparked at the base of my spine; stars danced across my vision. ‘Now I can’t wait to have another heat.’

I snarled, my alpha finally snapping his leash.

I thrust up – not enough for my knot to stretch her – shouting wordlessly when she tightened around me once more, determined to make her climax again, wanting to feel her body milk my cock.

She planted her hands on my shoulders and met me thrust for thrust, hips rolling, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

She threw her head back, strands of hair escaping her braid as she ground herself against me.

‘Alpha,’ she panted, a whine escaping her throat as my fingers traced where we were joined, caressing her slick skin. ‘ Alpha .’

‘Come for me, omega,’ I grated out. ‘Come. Now .’

I didn’t bark – I would never do that to her – but she came anyway, her body tightening, squeezing around me until the sensation at the base of my spine sparked and spread, flooding through my body.

Rose rolled her hips, milking me of every drop of cum until I was shuddering with pleasure.

She collapsed forward with me still inside her, her cheek against my heart once more.

I nuzzled at her hair as my orgasm ebbed, my canines aching, pushing down through my gums.

I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in the world than for this omega to wear my bite – except maybe making her come again – but I kissed her neck instead, licking at her skin as she sighed.

‘You’re mine,’ she murmured. ‘My alpha.’

‘And you’re mine,’ I whispered back. ‘My friend, my menace, my love. My Rose.’

She stirred, bringing her lips back up to mine and kissing me fiercely, and there was no more talking after that.